no one should let you ,, maxwell

[MARY JANE THORNE]

mary jane was not an easily confused person. despite the numerous brain cells that she had killed with years of smoking pot and other such activities, there was no denying that she was a fairly clever girl. or so the iq tests she'd taken, purely out of boredom a few months earlier, had said. even though she was pretty sure those things were full of shit, she still went flaunting the number in anyone's face who would allow her to without knocking her block off. but of course she wasn't perfect, there were quite a few things that confused her to absolutely no end. like her mother in general. as well as anything to do with politics or mechanics...and of course the odd feelings she was feeling for her best friend for long enough that it should have felt odder than it did. it being the way she felt for him, which quite honestly, she didn't even know. whenever anyone brought it up, anyone meaning herself really, she was quick to push it into the back of her mind in a little locked cabinet. a metaphorical one, of course. because mary jane simply didn't have feelings for people. she hadn't even really had a boyfriend before, or at least she refused to call them as much. rather they were just friends, who happened to take her out on dates and completely fall for her charm, or lack of. and yes, she was very well aware that the only reason those guys wanted her was because none of them could really have her. all mary jane really had to offer to anyone was a good fuck - and she was the first to admit as much. and she'd offer as much to almost anyone - omitting the one guy she actually liked, for very good reasons.

their friendship was simple, there were no strings. no sex strings. no feelings strings. it was completely stringless. which was the way mary jane liked just about everything. she liked just hanging out with him, smoking a joint, teasing each other, pissing each other off with the names they called each other...it was easy. and she wasn't exactly ready to give it up for something he may or may not actually want. because there was no denying that there were moments where she couldn't help but think that maybe he had feelings for her, or something. even though he didn't treat her like he did other girls. he didn't try to fuck her, he wasn't vulgar with her...although maybe that meant he actually did feel something beyond just hormones for her. not that it even really mattered, as mary jane had no clue what the fuck she wanted from him. sure. he was good looking, he was funny, he was...a total douche, but that was only part of his charm, was it not? plus mary jane was a huge bitch anyway so it all just sort of worked out. but mary jane honestly didn't like relationships, even though she'd yet to be in one. she'd seen a million and they never worked out, so what was the point of setting herself up when she was just going to fuck herself over? getting attached was generally not a good thing in the first place - she was already too attached to max. there was really no reason to add another reason to feel attached to him. friends was fine. friends was good. she didn't need to fuck this up. she'd just go on fucking and drinking and smoking...and right now, sitting in his dorm, she was doing two out of three of those things.

see, she and max were pretty much inseperable most times. so the fact that they were sitting in his dorm, which might have been slightly awkward in any other situation, was completely normal for her. even though she'd had two joints earlier and quite a few drinks. and still had a half empty bottle sitting on the floor next to her. and despite the fact that mary jane was quite used to drinking and smoking, and all of her other numerous activities, she was not immune to the effect. needless to say her vision was slightly blurry and her words were slurring, but even if she was in public and not just in her best friend's room she wouldn't have felt uncomfortable with her current situation. instead she merely took a drink of the beer - yes beer, she was not a fancy lady - in her hand and looked max over as though he was a completely foreign creature. oh right. there was a reason why she'd been avoiding drinking with him. she was entirely too honest when she was drunk. "hey maxwell." She said suddenly, standing up in a clumsy manor and almost knocking over the beer at her feet before sitting on his bed in a bouncing fashion, almost falling off before she caught herself, letting out a quite non-mary jane-ish laugh. "i am very drunk." well not exactly very. she'd definitely been drunker in her life...she was pretty much just buzzing at this point. but you get it. "you know, you're a very bad influence on me, you know that." that much probably wasn't true in the least. she'd been fucked up way before they'd met. she was definitely talking too much, though...well, not so much that she was talking too much, but she didn't really seem to be saying anything. it was pretty obvious, maybe only to her, that she was feeling more than a little off. and it wasn't just the alcohol.

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WORDS: 936 words without coding
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NOTES: omg madi this sucks so much i'm sorry i'm tired and museless. ):
CREDS: e to the liza to the beth eads

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[MAXWELL BLAKE GABLE]

max had never been in a relationship. never even liked a girl for more than just sex. but here he was, practically in love with his best friend. and he had been for about three years now. well, maybe not exactly three. he was exaggerating. they had known each other for three years, but it wasn't like max fell in love with her at first sight or anything. sure, he had considered her attractive...but liking her? no. he had probably only liked her for a year and a half...if that. it was after his sex addiction started, that's for sure. and surprisingly enough, he had never tried to get into her pants. well, that was kind of a lie. he playfully suggested it, making sure mary jane always thought he was joking...even though he technically wasn't. he always played it off that he was good at sex, and apparently she was too, so they should just have sex together. or, another excuse that worked was that he had had sex with nearly every girl in school and he wasn't the type to go back for seconds, so they should just have sex. mary jane never fell for them though, shockingly enough. she had gone as far as to say that even attempting to picture him naked made her throw up. which, really, was not very nice. max was good looking, why did she not see that? she was probably lying and wanted him just as much as he wanted her. if she actually did want him though...max didn't really know what he would do. actually be in a relationship with her? could he contain himself and not cheat on her? would she not cheat on him? he really did not know. they both liked sex too much, a relationship would definitely not work out. this thought saddened max more than it probably should, proving once again just how much he liked her and just how fucked up his mind was.

the closest max had ever gotten to doing anything with mary jane, was...cuddling with her, as embarrassing as that little secret was. max did not want to seem like the person who cuddled. but he was. only with mary jane though. he had a disorder, which was part of the reason he was here. well, the reason max was sent here in the first place. nightmare disorder was a scary thing. he had developed it at a fairly early age, before he was a teenager. after his grandfather had died or something, maxwell didn't remember. but these nightmares were scary shit and eventually caused max to develop insomnia during his sophomore year, since he never wanted to sleep because of the nightmares. most nights, he didn't sleep. but there were the occasional ones that mary jane would sneak over to his dorm and sleep in his bed with him, and he wouldn't have a single nightmare. not one fucking nightmare. it was weird. but thank god he and mary jane were best friends and she was willing to do that for him. not sleeping, despite being a slight insomnia, was really fucking annoying, and he loved the nights she came over and he got some sleep, his body beside hers, their limbs usually tangling up during the night somehow. but that was it. all he had gotten. well, maybe that and a sloppy kiss on the cheek when they were drunk or high or something. they did that a lot together; smoke pot, drink alcohol. they both enjoyed those activities, they were fun.

and those two activites were exactly what the pair was doing at the moment. well, the joints had been earlier. currently, the two were sitting in max's dorm room, both high, both drunk. max a little worse than mary jane. he had had two joins, using up the last of his pot that he currently had, two shots of vodka, a shot of whiskey, and now he was taking it easy with a few beers. yes, max would definitely be throwing up tonight, or tomorrow. probably both. he wasn't a lightweight or anything, he had been drinking alcohol and getting drunk long enough to not be that bad anymore, but he sadly got wicked hangovers, which included throwing up, terrible headaches, and even worse nightmares. luckily these days mary jane was usually with him when he was drunk, so when he needed to sleep, she was right there beside him. max reached beside him and grabbed his bear, his third...or something. it was already half empty, too. he should probably stop after this, he was quite drunk. far more drunk than mary jane that was for sure. he looked over at mary jane, surprised to see her eyeing him...in a slightly odd way. must have been the alcohol. max laughed as she walked over to him unsteadily. "stop calling me by my full name." he pouted, his words slurring together, probably barely understandable. "i'm more drunk than you." he said, once she sat down, a stupid grin on his face as he moved closer to her. stupid alcohol making him horny like it always did. "i am not a bad influence!" he said, pouting once more, looking down at her. "you're very pretty, tinkerbell." he said. "very pretty. i like you, you know. not just because you're pretty. but you don't like me like that." max said, his lips turning down into a frown. "i think i'll kiss you though...just once. you could kiss back. that'd be cool." he said, leaning down a bit, surprisingly a bit nervous even though he was drunk and didn't really know what he was fully doing. max pushed the nervous thoughts out of his head, and quickly pressed his lips against hers. this definitely felt good.

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word count- 990
tagged- fuck yeah TINKERBELL
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credit- hi elizabeth